Tarnished Heroes Chapter Twenty-Seven Let's dance, for fear your grace should fall Late Friday Afternoon Nicholas had to go and pick up Annie, Calla was sad that she wouldn’t get to see Annie’s’ gown and the excitement in her cheeks until the professional photographs came back in a few weeks. “Here you go,” she pushed $100.00 into her sons’ hand. “I’ve got money.” He grumbled. “It’s a big night. Have fun.” She smiled up at him. “Be good to Annie.” “Always,” Nicholas was more concerned with just where she’d gotten the money. Her car hadn’t moved in days. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who gave her the cash. “You’re just glad to get rid of us so your new boyfriend can come over for the night.” Nicholas complained and stuffed the money into his breast pocket. When she began to open her mouth, Nicholas held up his hand. “You’re my Mother I can’t tell you what to do. I know we’re different from them. I know you’re lonely and you miss Dad. Please, Mom, just be careful.” Nicholas sighed, “that’s all I ‘m asking. For Christ’s sakes, ma, the guy is young enough to be your son.” What she missed most about Dad and was probably the thing that was causing her to spin the fastest wasn’t the way Dad made love to her it wasn’t his voice or his presence in the house. What she missed most about him was the nearness of him and his touch. That’s all she really wanted from Hartley but guys they didn’t like to stop with just touching, especially not once you let them start. Hartley was a handsome bastard and he was rapidly gaining the favor of Lady Callestah. And why not? The house stunk of pot, booze, and Hartley. Nicholas and Colleen weren’t blind they’d seen the remnants of white powder and mushroom caps on the coffee table and in the kitchen. He was pumping her up good and playing her just right. All of that made her feel good and the Lady Callestah favored anything that made her feel good, especially if it came in a handsome package and was well hung. If that bitch ever really woke up, and took over the mind and body of sweet little Calla, that would certainly be the end of his family. Nicholas walked away with a disapproving frown as Sandy pulled into the driveway to pick up Colleen. To Calla, the two boys had what looked like a rough exchange before Nicholas climbed into the car and took off. Calla knew there had been some tiff between her daughter and the boy, at first they weren’t going out and they weren’t going to the prom. But then the other day they seemed to kiss and make up to an extent and the Prom at least was on again. “Wow!” Sandy said as he saw his date for the first time. With a slow and somewhat unsteady pace, he made his way to the garden where she was standing and placed the corsage on her wrist. “You look awesome.” “Thanks.” Colleen said with a blush. “You too.” “Smile,” Calla snapped their pictures and off they went. Wanting to give out some type of Motherly Advice but not having the words she hugged her daughter good-bye and another hundred dollars slipped from the palm of her hand. Colleen was just as surprised as Nicholas she hadn’t left the house in days where did the cold cash even come from? Like most other kids, if their Mother had a secret stash of cash in the house they would have found it by now. “What’s this for?” “I don’t know, in case you need it.” Those Motherly Words of Advice kept bugging her. She should say something. What? Colleen was just as much a woman as her brother was a man and Calla should stop treating her like a girl. “Maybe you’ll want some place quiet to go.” Colleen blushed at the implication and stuffed the money into her small clutch. She noticed there were two condoms hidden inside the bills. “MOM!” “I love you,” Calla said, “have a good time.” She looked across the passenger’s seat to Sandy who was driving. “She’s to be home by 4am. Do you understand me?” “Yes, Mrs. Jackson.” Sandy agreed quickly. “By four. Don’t worry, ma’am, she’ll be fine with me.” Calla waved good-bye as the car backed off down the driveway. “Have fun! I love you!” She called after them. Standing there watching the car until it was out of sight, Nicholas’ words rang in her head. So what if Andy was young enough to be her son? Andy didn’t know that. As far as he was concerned, she was still in her thirties. Besides, they hadn’t done anything overly horrible and she still didn’t intend to. Daniel would be home in a few days and Andy would go away. That was the plan anyway. Off World The men of SG-1 were still with Medea in the dimly lit dungeon and Lt. Colonel Major Carter, though far past the time she could have left, was still by Bacchus’ side in his kingdom. That girl just had a thing for Gods. Once you had one it was hard to go back to Mortal Men. Over the last day or so the people hauled themselves in away in families, pacts and other small groups to resume their lives in the towns and villages they’d come across on their way here from the Stargate. The population was growing smaller and the wine, though still plentiful, didn’t flow as freely as it had before. Lord Bacchus and his Inner Circle continued their group sex and orgies but it seemed the Main Event was over with for another year and all around her life was getting back to normal. As wonderful and heavenly as the decadence was something inside her began to year for home and Amanda. SG-3 rode all day and all night, they passed people and were pointed toward the walled city when they inquired as to the whereabouts of SG-1. Late at night, they came through the unguarded gates and were ushered into the lair of the God. It seemed these men had come to away his new Favorite Toy. Lord Bacchus spent the days since casting the men of SG-1 out of his walled city thinking over his options and fucking Sam as he did. Was it really worth it? Going home? He didn’t know. Bacchus supposed he could get the Gate address out of her. He had known it once but then, like now and always, he’d been drunk and forgotten it hundreds of years ago. Ooops. No one left back home but Ares, Hades and Poseidon. Not much fun there. Ares could be a party animal but eventually he’d get pissed off and blow the fun. He was always doing that, yep, a real downer he could be. Lazing crosswise and naked across his throne, he looked down at the members of SG-3 who were inquiring as to the whereabouts of their compatriots. Happily drunk and tired from the long ritual he called Samantha forth and told her she could go home if she wanted. Half-drunk and spent herself, Samantha in a long cotton robe stumbled from the Lord’s bedroom. They all looked but none of them asked. “Where are Jack and Daniel? Teal’c?” She asked Bacchus. This was the first she’d asked of their whereabouts. “I cast them out days ago.” He replied. “They are in Medea’s hands by now.” “What? When? Why?” She stumbled through the drunken haze that was quickly starting to clear. “A sacrifice had to be made,” Bacchus explained and ran his fingertips across the gold chalice in his hands, “I thought them good choices.” He drank for the dark wine. “She’s got them. I wouldn’t think about going after them.” Bacchus warned and reached down to press down upon the growing hard-on between her legs. Sam was a fine woman and he’d be sad to see her go but there were many women here; such is life. “Where are they?” Sam demanded to know. “Over the river and through the woods.” Bacchus told her with a smile. “I wouldn’t go.” She looked down at herself, the robe was nice but the uniform would be more effective. “Where are my clothes?” Lord Bacchus sprayed a fine mist of wine as he laughed. “I wouldn’t know.” He told her and resumed drinking from the chalice. “You were naked before I fucked you.” Waving a drunken hand in the air and letting out another happy grin he added. “Other than that all of your trappings are on the hillside where you left them.” Lt. Colonel Carter now in charge of SG-3 wandered around looking for her uniform with the rest of them in tow. She ordered on to go back to the Gate and report in to the SGC and was informed that someone only to travel back ten miles or so before they were in radio range of two soldiers they’d left behind guarding the Stargate and they would relay the message. Sam sent Lt. Miller off on the task. Over the river and through the woods. That’s where the four of them headed. Unlike Lord Bacchus who was happy being worshiped and drunk and fucking his followers for all eternity, Medea wanted to go home. The men in her custody were not being very obliging! She’d taken the Jaffa’s kidney—very tasty by the way—and then began sucking the life force of the one they called General. Jack was his name and he too was very tasty. Medea didn’t want to kill of them immediately she needed to them stay around. Taking a few mouthfuls at a time, like a vampire, she suckled at the General’s neck while the others watched from their cages. As the hours passed and she began to feed the woman they all thought young and beautiful to begin with grew even more so. The Jaffa’s organs were tasty but his blood was bitter and she didn’t want to suck on him. She’d just part him out until he was spent. The one with the blue eyes he looked delicious. The Lady Callestah took excellent care of him while he was in her charge. Of course, the women in the walled-city had done a number on the three of them but Daniel bore more marks and scars than the other two. The Lady Callestah was bound not to be pleased with her Consort and his behavior when and if she came to claim him. Besides she could see from his dreams that Daniel yearned for his Mistress’ touch, sooner or later he’d be ready to give her those damn symbols just so he could go home and make love to her again. Never mind no longer having to watch his friends be tortured and slowly devoured while he remained hale and hearty. Medea rested her lean body against Daniels’ cell door he was the only one awake now. Jack was passed out from a lack of blood and the Jaffa was still ailing from his unexpected surgery. “They liked you, didn’t they?” “Who?” “Bacchus’ women.” She smiled slyly at him. “You’re all scratched up, Daniel. What will the Lady Callestah have to say about that? Hummm, I wonder.” There was little chance of Calla finding out about anything while they were being held here. On the one hand, that was a good thing but on the other, Daniel missed her terribly. He knew it was prom night and back in his large comfortable home, his children were getting all gussied up for the evening. Daniel didn’t get to see the dress—if there was one—that Colleen picked out. Calla was probably taking oodles of pictures to show him when he came home. Their birthday was Wednesday and he promised he’d be home by Monday. It didn’t look like that was going to happen. The absolute instant Calla figured him for ‘late’ she’d be going out of her head wondering here he was and worrying about him. In the wake of the absence of her little calm-me-downs things back home were apt to get a little out of control. Nicholas and he hadn’t left things on good terms but Daniel was confident of one thing, Nicholas would take care of his Mother and his sister. All he had to worry about was finding a way out of this place. (Yeah, well, ignorance is bliss.) “What do you want?” Daniel asked roughly. Medea smiled wider and ran her fingertips along the cell bars. “Same as you,” she cooed easily, “to go home. Perhaps we can go together?” She suggested. “Don’t you want to go home and be with your Mistress?” Medea inquired softly. “I might be a bit afraid too if I were you,” she pointed at the marks on his neck and chest. “Surely she will forgive you, you are an excellent specimen.” Greenbrier, Colorado Andy knew the twins were leaving for their big dance sometime between 4:30 and 5:00, after that Calla would be waiting for him to show up and take her mind off her loneliness. Other than that, they really did have some level of business to go over. The kids would be gone until almost dawn—oh joy!—and Andy wanted to be comfortable so he decided to go with the Casual Look for the evening. Tossing on a pair of $250.00 Calvin’s and a Vintage Rock T-Shirt with KISS on it (at the concert eons ago the shirt probably cost $7.00 Andy picked it up for a cool $175.00 in LA). The colorful black T-shirt was well worn, comfortable and stretched across his well-kept chest like a latex glove. Besides those assets, it was short sleeved and since he intended to show the pretty red head how to stick a needle in her arm tonight it would be good not to have to deal with cuffs and long sleeves. He slipped his nicely pedicured feet into a pair of white Reebok’s and left his blond locks hanging loose for the night. Grabbing up the keys to the rental car and Callas’ gallery along with a small briefcase he left the Queen Elizabeth Bed & Breakfast—no Motel 6 for Andrew Hartley!—and headed off toward Callas’ house. J. Edgar Hoover Public High School Gymnasium Well the old gym was bright and cheery tonight even the smell old sweat socks didn’t seem to bother anyone. The Decoration Committee did a very nice job on the South Pacific theme for the evening. There were fake palm trees, real flowers, and the school even allowed them to bring in a small sand pile that they laid out against a backdrop of the warm inviting blue waters. Everyone was dressed to the Nine’s and dancing and milling about in their fancy attire. The punch was lousy but that was all right most of them were sneaking off back to their cars to get ripped and then coming back in to dance some more anyhow. The finger foods were dry but since most of the teenagers in attendance had already been to a nice dinner that wasn’t any problem either. The old gym filled up quickly and soon the chaperones were opening the doors that lead out to the football field in an attempt to circulate some air into the place. It was stuffy as hell and the kids in their new digs were starting to sweat. Nicholas and Annie had their photographs taken by the professional photographer and by the kids running around with cameras for the school paper and next year’s yearbook. Colleen and Sandy also had their pictures taken. All the girls ooh and ahhed over her gown and where did she get it? They hadn’t seen anything like that around here. Most of them just about turned as green as her dress when she told them it came all the way from New York City and cost over a thousand dollars. Even that snotty bitch Chrissy Perry just about had a cow at that! The Head Cheerleader and Head Football Team Pump with the diamonds on her ears and neck bought her dress—a sleek little black number—from the local mall. As Colleen looked around the room, she counted three other girls in the same dress as Chrissy. “Did your mother buy you that to make up for her fucking all over the Internet?” Chrissy shot. “Get outta here, Chrissy, stop shootin’ off your ugly mouth.” Sandy told her and put his arm around Colleen. “Oooh, testy.” She remarked. “Maybe you got it for her to make up for telling everyone the two of you have been fucking!” The jealousy was clear in her voice as it rose and rose with each word. Chrissy had her eye on Sandy for a few years and tried everything to get him to pay attention to her to no avail. “Whatever Cole and I do,” Sandy looked down at his date who was becoming very upset, “or don’t do…” he added. “It ain’t any of your damn business. Why don’t you just go back to humpin’ Mark Lamarall’s leg like a good little bitch.” With his arm still around her, he led Colleen away from the spiteful girl. “Sorry about that, Cole.” She reached out and hugged him tight. “Thank you.” Colleen planted a kiss on his cheek. Sandy blushed. “Does this mean I’m officially your hero for the night?” “Yes, let’s dance.” End of Chapter Twenty-Seven of
A Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction Series
By
Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
Let's dance, for fear tonight is all
Let's sway, you could look into my eyes
Let's sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight
Let’s Dance
David Bowie
Prom Night
Greenbrier, Colorado
A fairly sober Calla spent hours fussing over her children and getting them ready for their big dance. Calla piled Colleen’s hair on top of her head and let the ringlets fall down around her face. She would have liked to help with the make-up but since she never wore any Calla had no idea of how to apply it. At that point, she went to help Nicholas into his tuxedo. When all was said and done the twins stood in front of the flower garden smiling for their Mother and her camera, Nicholas was striking in his tuxedo and Colleen looked like a fairy princess in the gown. Snapping pictures Calla wished Daniel was here to see this. She would have many images to show him when he came home, a time that seemed further and further each day even though it was actually drawing nearer.
Tarnished Heroes
An Adult Stargate FanFiction Novel
By
Moon Mistress
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